In the Night Part 3
By: Gen1900
Dresden, Germany Date: February 13th, 1945 (Evening)
Emma patted her full belly in contentment. Although her mother was an excellent cook, Aunt Johanna proved worthy of competing for first place.
“Sorry there’s no dessert, but I hardly had anytime to prepare this,” explained Aunt Johanna, as she snatched the empty soup bowls.
“That’s alright, Tante, I’m too stuffed anyways,” said Emma. Her throat bellowed forth a loud, improper burp.
Aunt Johanna gave a sharp stare of annoyance.
“Where’s your manners?” grumbled Aunt Johanna, who deep down was chuckling inside.
“Excuse me,” mumbled Emma meekly.
After the remnants of dinner were cleared away, Aunt Johanna told Emma to get ready for bed.
“But-but I want to see, Mater, ” begged Emma sorrowfully.
“You’ll see her in the morning, dear,” was the reply.
Clara’s only child sadly walked to the bedroom and stripped herself of a somber, gray dress. At least her nightgown portrayed a blue sky, instead of the rainy, dreary thing she wore previous.
Emma wished Mother knocked on the front door soon to be let in.
Maybe she’d be back before I fall asleep, Emma thought,
She and her Mother always read a story after slipping into her pajamas and brushing her teeth.
If Aunt Johanna spoke of a fairy tale it wouldn’t be the same. Mater had a way of transforming a room into a world of prancing fairies, or a giant castle coveted by a ruthless dragon. Aunt Johanna’s voice was hum-drum, which wasn’t good for story-telling.
A slight ache poked at Emma’s heart.
It’s useless . . . I can’t be without her for one day, Emma concluded defeated.
Emma went to kiss Aunt Johanna goodnight, but found the thin figure looking out the window. Did she miss Mater too?
“Tante, I’ve come to say goodnight,” declared Emma.
Aunt Johanna barely turned her head at the squeaky voice.
“It seems too still . . . too still out there,” whispered Aunt Johanna as if talking to herself.
Emma inched to Aunt Johanna’s side and peeped through the glass.
The baroque-styled roofs were cloaked in white powder, and stars twinkled in the clear heavens above. It appeared just a beautifully quiet night to Emma.
“Tante . . .” yawned Emma, stretching her arms sleepily.
Suddenly a high-pitched noise screamed in the city of Dresden. It was the air raid alarm.
Aunt Johanna began shutting the curtains when Emma noticed a woman frantically running toward them.
“THAT’S MATER!” cried Emma.
Without responding, Aunt Johanna went out to grab Mater from the targeted ground.
The child glanced up at the sky to see what appeared to be falling stars from above.
It wasn’t stars of jewel-like light, but bombs of hellish fire . . .
End of Part 3 Part 4 will be written shortly.
Historical Fiction
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Some stories are so good, they require few words of response.
1) The depth of these characters is amazing.
2) Your descriptions are captivating and flow with the story well.
3) I HAVE TO READ PART 4. The cliffhanger’s suspense is killing me.
Awesome job.
Thank you very much! And Part 4 is coming out pretty soon. You’ll expect Part 4 sometime next week! 🙂
All I can say is; WOW.
And all I can say is; Thanks so much! And awesome job on the “Island” YoungWriter!
Thank you! Your writing is amazing
I would quickly like to inform you that I’m having VERY ANNOYING writer’s block lately. I’ll try my best to get Part 4 written as soon as possible. Sorry for the trouble and I hope you can tolerate waiting a little bit longer.
Thank you! Your writing is amazing